All Chapters of My Billionaire DOM Wants Me Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Panic flared in my chest, hot and suffocating. I couldn't afford to be trapped here. I had to get back to my boy. “Let go of me,” I hissed, the words vibrating through my jaw as I fought to salvage the last shreds of self-respect that had vanished when I stepped into a place like this. Alex ignored my request and went on driving me to heights of pleasure that I missed greatly but couldn't afford to enjoy when my son was fighting for his life. “Who can stop me?” He smiled wickedly as he pushed another finger inside me. I sobbed through the rekindled passion. “I don't want this. Alex… please stop.” His thumb rubbed my clit in circles and I nearly lost control. I would have if I hadn’t pushed him away in time. His jaw tightened, a muscle flickering near his cheek. “You claim you don't want this,” he whispered, his breath grazing my neck, “but your body still obeys me.” The lie died in my throat. I looked down when he pulled out. I couldn't stop shuddering from a treacherous

The second the words left my mouth, my heart sank. I immediately regretted it. Alex stared at me coldly as he processed what I had just revealed. “You have a son?” I slowly nodded. “Since when?” He asked after a sharp intake of breath. I swallowed hard. “Does it matter?” He looked at me with a coldness that did unspeakable things to my body. “Yes, Nadia. It matters.” I knew exactly what he was thinking, and I knew the question he would ask next. I had hidden my son from him because I wanted to protect him, but I also knew that once Alex discovered the truth, nothing would ever be the same again. “So you built an entire life after leaving me, and you never thought I had the right to know?” The pain beneath his anger caught me off guard, but I couldn’t let myself forget why I made that choice. I had sacrificed too much to keep Orson safe. I had abandoned my old life, my family, and everything I once knew. I couldn’t let him discover the truth now, not when I had spent ye

“I... I wasn't running,” I choked out, my voice trembling so violently the words barely formed. I squeezed my eyes shut as another wave of agony crashed through my body, making my stomach churn. “The room... it got so small. I couldn't breathe, Alex. I just needed air. I lost my balance.” It was a pathetic lie, and we both knew it. I opened my eyes just enough to see his jaw tighten. I reached up with a trembling, dirt-stained hand as the reality of my situation crashed down on me. Time was hemorrhaging. Every second counts. My son was slipping further away under the cold hospital lights. I could not play his psychological games for another second. My pride did not matter. My own survival did not matter. I collapsed to my knees right there on the glossy marble floor. I seized the fabric of his trousers, burying my face against his legs as the tears finally erupted. “Please, Alex, you have to let me go!” I wept, begging for my release. “My son is at the hospital right no

On the floor beside him sat a cluster of high-end shopping bags, their designer logos mocking my captivity. New clothes. New shoes. A brand-new wardrobe for a brand-new life. I knew exactly who they were for, and the sight of them made my stomach turn with a sick, claustrophobic dread. The guards shoved me forward into the center of the room and left me alone with their boss. I forced all the panic out of my voice, staring directly into Alex’s cold, dark eyes. I didn't care about the clothes. I didn't care about the luxury. I didn't even care about my freedom. “What do you plan to do with my son?” I demanded, my voice cracking despite my best efforts to sound brave. “Where is he? What did you do to him?” Alex didn't break eye contact as he took a slow, deliberate sip from his glass and set it down on the side table. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. A terrifying, slow smirk spread across his face. “Your son is safe, for now, as long as you are a good girl,